The day that the Internet was invented was, in hindsight, the happiest day of humanity's life. Why? Because now the world can see pictures of Bar Refaeli looking like a tipsy hot mess. And now we can pretend that we were there, too, fist pumping and doing shots with the Hollywood elite.
Sadly, I wasn't there, stumbling into the cab with Bar. I was at home, watching the 6th season of Friends for the third time while eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's. Don't judge me.
